Jing Zhou flipped through the book, and by the time Wang Yuyan finished speaking, he had read this exercise from beginning to end, and remembered the content in his heart. Then he threw the book in his hand back, took another one, and continued to read.
Wang Yuyan saw that he was reading very fast, and could only read a few breaths per page. It seemed that what he was reading was not like a martial arts secret book, but more like a miscellaneous book of stories. She couldn't help but said: "Why are you reading so fast? You can't do it like this. You are impatient."
If you can't eat hot tofu, you have to practice martial arts gradually and gradually. If you act like this, you won't be able to get a glimpse of the essence of this martial art."
"I have also read the Qingcheng Quick and Slow Sword. There are seventy-two moves in total. The changes are complicated. If you want to master it thoroughly, even my cousin...my cousin will have to spend several months..."
The moment Jing Zhou grabbed the secret book, she saw it in her eyes. Although it was like the skill of capturing a dragon and controlling a crane, it revealed many differences.
Although Wang Yuyan didn't know what kind of skills Jing Zhou used, she had a very high vision and knew that if she wanted to master skills such as capturing a dragon and controlling a crane, she would need the support of deep internal strength.
Since the young man in front of her has a high level of martial arts, he must be here to learn martial arts just like her cousin. Although his cousin is also fast at reading and a little eager to improve in martial arts, compared with the person in front of him,
I don't know how much slower it is.
Wang Yuyan usually doesn't have many friends, but now that she has someone who can talk to her, she naturally doesn't want this "friend" to go astray. In her opinion, more is not as good as good. If her cousin is not "reciprocated with kindness"
Bound by the name "Other Body", if you calm down and practice only a few skills that suit you, I'm afraid you will be much more powerful at this time.
Jingzhou said "Oh", threw the book back, and said with a smile: "Since I returned the book, I naturally remembered it in my heart. Although the seventy-two sword techniques are complicated, they are nothing.
"
After saying that, he combined his left hand into a sword and used several of the moves one by one. He raised his lips and said, "Do you think these moves used by my uncle are right?"
Although Wang Yuyan did not know martial arts, she was familiar with most of the martial arts in the world. Unexpectedly, the young man in front of her had really memorized these tricks and used them without any flaws.
Wang Yuyan was not annoyed when she heard that Jingzhou said he was his master uncle. She smiled sweetly and said, "I can't find any fault with these moves of yours. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have thought you were good at this swordsmanship."
I have been practicing for a while. My surname is Wang and my given name is Yuyan. You can call me Yuyan. What is your name?"
Ever since her aunt and Li Qingluo had a falling out a few years ago, Li Qingluo had not allowed anyone from the Murong family to come to Mantuo Villa. If Aju Abi was discovered once she came to Mantuo Villa, she would be beaten and scolded and even sent to be used as flower fertilizer. Usually in Mantuo Villa
In the villa, she could only see a limited number of maids and servants. Even Aju and Abi, she could only see them once every few months. This was the time to wait for Li Qingluo to go out and talk secretly.
It was only a moment.
At this moment, she felt very happy to be able to talk to the person in front of her.
Jingzhou took two steps forward, took out the folding fan from his waist, unfolded it, nodded and said, "Smiling and saying Yanran, Yuyan is not only a beautiful person, but also has a very beautiful name."
Wang Yuyan saw that he didn't look back, as if there were a pair of eyes behind him, so she threw the book back to its original place. She was startled at first, and then her beautiful eyes turned, and she saw the folding fan made of white jade bones, with dragons and phoenixes dancing on it.
She wrote a little poem, and she read it in a low voice:
In the drunk world, the universe is wide-open. Where can I find Pengshan in the world? A pot of spring scenery is endless, and the breeze will never return.
The clouds have dispersed, the jade instrument has ascended to the sky, and the bright moon and the golden cauldron are idle in my dream. I came here to ask about the secret of immortality, and pointed out with a smile which level of the Yaotai.
She didn't like martial arts to begin with, and in her opinion, dancing with guns and sticks at her daughter's house was always indecent.
Just to have a few more words with Murong Fu, she still read various martial arts secret books and kept them in mind. If Murong Fu didn't understand anything, she would tell him.
In fact, Wang Yuyan would rather write, recite poetry, play the piano, be a female celebrity, or raise some chickens to play with.
Her eyes lit up and she asked: "Do you also like these poems?"
The men she usually interacted with, besides Murong Fu, were Zheng Baichuan, Gongsun Ye, and Bao Bubu. Although these men were very respectful to her, apart from their martial arts skills, they never asked her about such elegant matters.
So much so that she felt that most men in the world loved martial arts, and even loved martial artists more than literary ones.
Jingzhou said: "I can write a few strokes in my spare time so that my hands don't get rusty. If you want to laugh, just laugh. It's so uncomfortable to hold it in."
Wang Yuyan couldn't help but laugh and joked: "This poem you wrote is really interesting. The universe, the world, and eternity are extremely broad. However, when asking about immortals, where can there be immortals in this world? I can't see it.
If you change it to picking chrysanthemums under the eastern fence, you can leisurely see the Nanshan Mountain. The hut is in a human environment, and there is no noise of cars and horses."
She didn't know why men had such great ambitions and were busy with business all day long, but wouldn't it be sweet to live a life with her daughter's family where men farmed and women weaved?
Murong Fu always only talked to her about business matters. Even A'Zhu Abi knew her thoughts, but only her cousin...
She sighed quietly, and then said: "I often hear Xiao Ming say that there are Taoist priests who live in the mountains and forests, and they ask for immortality. First of all, they must understand what Tao they are cultivating and what their heart is. If they find the Tao heart, they will
You have started to practice Taoism. If you want to seek immortality, you should not go to the mountains and rivers."
Jing Zhou shook his head and said, "That's inappropriate."
Wang Yuyan frowned and said, "Oh, what's wrong?"
She felt that what Xiao Ming said was very reasonable. To cultivate the Tao, you must first cultivate the mind. If you have the Tao mind, the Tao will be everywhere.
Jing Zhou said slowly: "I think it should be changed to 'Laughter is born in spring, and a thousand voices are carried into the morning breeze. The flowers in front of the beautiful girl's window are just right, and the golden boy's knees are the same at the beginning of the next month."
Wang Yuyan's cheeks were slightly red, her expression was shy, and she muttered in a low voice: "Bah! You're a disciple! How can there be such a master uncle?"
She was talking seriously about poetry with him, but the man in front of her was making fun of her with limericks.
Isn't Xiaoyu Yanran exactly her name, but she was not angry at all. When she heard Jing Zhou praise her, she felt a little happy, and unknowingly, she said this sentence that she thought was "extremely inappropriate".
But she is a well-behaved daughter, how could she say such a thing?
If Murong Fu knew this, she would probably look down upon her.
As if she felt that something was wrong with her words, or she didn't want the person in front of her to answer, Wang Yuyan continued: "You haven't said your name yet, I can't keep calling you 'Hey', or call you
'Taoist Master', hehe, this name is also very interesting, 'Taoist Master'."
Wang Yuyan whispered "Taoist Master" a few times, and felt that this name was really different and sounded quite nice...